The house is filled with the sweet smell of November rain mingled with the perfume of the Mock Orange.
The street is filled with the soft patter of rain drops, the Four Tops from next door and the sound of whistles and yelling carrying up the hill from the netball.
The makings of Christmas presents cover the living room floor and the kitchen table.
There is Â big container of dried fruit soaking in rum and spices in the pantry.
There is only a few days left till theÂ calendarÂ reads December.
2 Replies to “The sweet smell of November rain”
I was looking for a photo of the living room floor and kitchen table!!
Just been catching up on your blog. (Because you are graduating tonight, which is fabulous. Congratulations and have a lovely time with your mum.)